Ruth-Ann High School

By the time that Ruth-Ann got to the last period of the day, she was so excited it was hard to sit still. Going to all of her classes, knowing that the panties she left the house with this morning were now in her Principal’s possession had just kept her wet all day. It was a very strange and cool sensation to go to biology class today and have to sit on the little metal stools. Because she was bare underneath, her moist pussy had been resting directly on the cold metal, which was very uncomfortable at first, but as her over-excited body heated the metal, it became much more comfortable. She was amused immensely at the end of class when she stood up and saw the wetness that had accumulated on the stool where she had been sitting.

So now it was time for soccer practice. She hurried to the locker room, not even stopping at her locker to drop off her book bag. She wanted to get changed into her soccer shorts before anyone else got in there, not sure how she would explain that one if anyone did happen to see. Unfortunately, even the best-laid plans fail sometimes.

“Ruth-Ann, you don’t have any panties on!” In her haste to get changed, Ruth-Ann had lost track of what was going on around her, and had not heard the door to the locker room open. There stood her friend Jennifer, book bag in hand, looking at her. Ruth-Ann had just taken off her skirt, and since her locker was still locked, it was pretty obvious that she had not taken her panties off first.

“Uh…. I already took them off.” Maybe she could bluff her way out of this one. Unfortunately, Jennifer was quicker than that.

“Oh bullshit. Why would you take your panties off before soccer practice? You would only take them off after to shower.” Jennifer’s eyes suddenly grew a little brighter. “Have you been walking around all day without panties on?”

Ruth-Ann thought about it for a couple of seconds, and decided that the truth was stranger than anything she would be able to make up on the spot. “ I lost them.”

Jennifer began to giggle. “You lost them? Didn’t you have them on? How in the hell do you lose your panties when you are wearing them? Did your pussy eat them?”

Ruth-Ann blushed furiously, but managed to respond. “No, my pussy did not eat them. If I promise to tell you later, will you let it drop for now? Please?”

Jennifer thought for a second. “Ok, but only if you promise to tell me later. Anything that you can’t tell me know has to be a killer story.” She started for her locker next to Ruth-Ann’s. “How the hell do you lose your panties?”

Jennifer continued to mumble that phrase over and over under her breath as she sat down next to Ruth-Ann on the bench and began to change into her practice uniform. Ruth-Ann noticed that her friend sure was taking a look as she took off her too-small white lace bra, and pulled on her sports bra. She knew that her breasts were considerably larger than Jennifer’s, which just made sense. While Jennifer was long and lean, with breasts that were on the small side, Ruth-Ann was a couple of inches shorter, but carried a lot more muscle on her frame, and her breasts were in proportion to that.

The girls finally got changed, and made it onto the field with the rest of the team. Since it was the first day of the new school year, their coach was taking it easy on them, making sure all the girls on the team were still in some semblance of shape, and that no one was going to pass out or throw up. Because Ruth-Ann had made a point of running and swimming every day during the summer, she was in better shape than most of the girls, and it showed. She and Jennifer pretty much ran circles around the rest of the team, so at the end of practice when the rest of the squad was laying on the sideline gasping for breath, Ruth-Ann and Jennifer were already heading for the showers.

Back in the locker room, Jennifer was untying her cleats when Ruth-Ann spoke up.

“Jenn, do you have anything you have to do this evening?”

“It’s the first day of school. Of course I don’t have anything to do. Why?”

“Well, I have to go shopping this evening, because apparently my school uniforms are too small. Do you want to go with me?”

“Sure. Let me take a shower real quick, and then we can go.”

Ruth-Ann paused for a second, and them spoke up again. “Well, since I don’t have any other clothes with me, why don’t we go back to my house first, and then go from there? We can shower at my house. My parents won’t be home before dinner.”

Ruth-Ann let that last statement hang in the air, hoping that Jennifer would get the hint that she was interested in continuing what they had started back in May. Apparently Jennifer did understand, or totally missed it, because she responded quickly. “That sounds good. However, I don’t have any clothes to change into besides my school uniform. Although I guess I could buy new clothes while we are at the mall. That’s what my dad’s AmEx is for, right.”

“That’s right. Great. Lets get out of here so we have as much time as possible to shop.”

The two excited teens quickly gathered their stuff, only taking enough time to switch from cleats to flip-flops. As Jennifer jumped into her BMW sedan, Ruth-Ann climbed into her Ford Explorer. Windows down, radio up, and away them went.

Jennifer followed close behind Ruth-Ann’s Ford as they headed away from school. She knew that her BMW could corner with best of them, but she did not want to lose Ruth-Ann at all now. She hoped that the way that Ruth-Ann had invited her over to her house, instead of showering at school, meant what she thought that it did. The episode between the two of them the past spring still kept a place in her mind, and she hoped that maybe the tone of her friend’s voice meant that she too was interested in seeing if this could go any further.

Pulling into the driveway of Ruth-Ann’s house, Jennifer was somewhat impressed. The house was not overly large, like some of the houses in the area, but it was obvious that it sat on a whole lot of land, which gave a nice sense of privacy in the crowded neighborhood. As Jennifer put the Beemer in park, she noticed a dog in the window looking out, but did not notice any other movement, and no other cars in the drive. The setup could not be any better if she had planned it herself ahead of time.

Into the house the two girls ran, eager to get ready so that they could head to the mall for the evening’s entertainment. “Jennifer, meet Max. Max, Jennifer.” Max had already introduced himself to Jennifer by putting his paws on her waist and trying to lick her face.

“Well hello there Max. Did you have a good day at home?” As Jennifer asked the question, she gave Max a good scratch behind the ears as a welcome. Max apparently decided that she was OK, for he got off of her waist and walked back over to sit in front of the window again.

“Up this way, Jennifer.” Ruth-Ann was already half way up a staircase that was at the end of the entryway. “My room is at the top of the stairs in the back.”

Jennifer picked up her book bag and obediently followed. At the top of the stairs was an open door that led into a game room of some sort, and a closed door that she assumed belonged to Ruth-Ann. But that was it.

“Only two doors up here. Do you have to go downstairs to use the bathroom?”

“No, when whoever built this house thought up the plans, they must have had a teenage girl in mind. My room is here, and a full bath is attached to the room. If I had a fridge up here, I could not emerge for days at a time. And with my brother, there have been times that I have wanted to do just that.”

“Where is your brother’s room?”

“He has a conversion room in the basement. My parent’s room is on the ground floor, so we all have about as much privacy as we could want. Come on in.”

Ruth-Ann opened the door to her room, and led her friend in. She was really surprised that she had been able to grab the doorknob and get it turned on the first try. She was so nervous that she was sure she was shaking. She had been thinking about getting Jennifer alone for months, and had wondered how she would do it, and now the opportunity was in her lap. She just hoped that she had enough guts to actually go through with it.

As Jennifer walked into the room, a quick visual scan revealed all the normal stuff that every teenage girl should have: bed, dressers, desk, TV and stereo, stuffed animals, bookshelves, and pictures on the wall of Tom Cruise and Antonio Banderas. She also saw the door open to the bathroom in the back.

“Tom Cruise and Antonio Banderas? Aren’t they a little old for you?”

“I don’t know Jenn, I have always seemed to like guys older than me.”

“Whatever. I think I will stick with Orlando Bloom as my future husband.” Ruth-Ann’s blank look prompted her to explain further. “Orlando Bloom? He was the elf in ‘The Lord of the Rings’ movie? He was in ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ with Johnny Depp?” Still more blank looks from Ruth-Ann. “Never mind. I will show you pictures tomorrow.”

Ruth-Ann sat on the side of her bed and kicked off her flip-flops. “Why don’t you go ahead and take a shower first? Your hair takes longer to do than mine does.”

Jennifer’s nose turned up at the suggestion. “We have been showering together in athletics for three years now, and suddenly you are shy about taking a shower together because we will have to share a shower head? Puh-leaze.”

“Well, actually, we would have to share six shower heads.” At this rate, Jennifer was going to make all of the moves and decisions for her. Not that she was complaining. It certainly made it easier for her if all she had to do was go along with her first time instead of taking the lead.

“Six shower heads? Do you have a bathroom or a locker room?” Jennifer moved into the bathroom for a second, and then called out, “Oh, I don’t think I have ever seen a shower like this. It does have six heads, and they’re all in the walls. Cool. I am going on in. Hurry up, I might get lonely.”

Ruth-Ann moved about two feet to the left on her bed, and looked into the full-length mirror that was over the vanity in her bathroom. From that angle, she was looking at the side of Jennifer as she kicked off her flip-flops and pulled her uniform shorts off, along with her regulation white cotton panties. The uniform top and sports bra also came off in one motion, and landed on the floor in front of the vanity. Ruth-Ann continued to look at Jennifer’s ass as she opened the glass door, and then bent into the shower to turn the water on. At that angle, bent at the waist, it was almost like Jennifer was putting herself on display for her friend. Ruth-Ann could see the dark space in between Jennifer’s legs, but the hair there obscured getting any more anatomy lessons. However, the thought that Jennifer’s pussy was staring at her again after all these months was enough to make Ruth-Ann’s juices flow even more, making her squeeze her legs together in delicious agony.

Ruth-Ann watched Jenn’s ass disappear into the shower and heard the door shut. Immediately the steam began to billow out of the bathroom, followed shortly by a long drawn out sigh from the shower’s lone occupant. “God this feels good. Do we really have to go shopping, or can I just stay here for the next couple of hours?”

No time to answer now. Ruth-Ann pulled her soccer shorts off, realizing that her pussy was so wet that the juice had seeped into the crotch of her shorts, making them nice and juicy also. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, quickly sinking her first two fingers inside of herself. God she was turned on. She closed her eyes for a second, bringing her fingers back out and up to her clit, which by this point was as erect as her nipples were. Rubbing the abundant juice along her clit, she almost sat back down on the bed it felt so good. She really wanted to continue to stand there and finger herself, but a small voice in the back of her head kept screaming that there was much more pleasure waiting for her if she would just gather the nerve to get in the shower. After a few more strokes of that hard knob, Ruth-Ann took a deep breath, pulled her hands out of her crotch, and removed her jersey and sports bra in one motion.

Opening the glass door to the shower, Ruth-Ann felt her excitement ratchet up another notch. Jennifer was standing in the shower facing her with all 6 jets going full blast. Her head was down so the water could run over her head, giving the impression she was standing under a waterfall. Even though there was a billowing cloud of steam from the heat, Jennifer’s nipples were protruding out at least a half-inch. The desire to walk over and nurse at those tits was pretty overpowering, but still Ruth-Ann waited for the nerve to come to her. She was pretty sure that Jennifer was game, but still was not sure if she could go through with it, although her pussy was making a pretty convincing argument at this point. She knew that sometimes it was better to just listen to what your body was telling you instead of what your rational mind is trying to say.

“Alright, quit hogging all the hot water. I have to get clean too, you know.” Closing the shower door behind her, Ruth-Ann moved into the shower, and in what she hoped was a playful motion touched Jennifer’s shoulders and pushed her back against the wall so she could get under the spray. The hot water did feel good, almost enough to distract her from her excitement level, but only for a brief second.

“Here, let me wash your hair.” Ruth-Ann opened her eyes to see Jennifer leaning against the back wall with a hand full of shampoo. Not being in the mood to turn down an offer to have Jennifer touch her, Ruth-Ann moved out of the shower spray and dropped her head, offering her hair to this gorgeous creature in front of her. As Jennifer’s hands began to work the shampoo into lather, she felt her head being moved back and forth. This girl was a lot stronger that she appeared. Ruth-Ann tired to keep her head still, but to no avail.

“Geez Ruth-Ann, your head is bouncing around like crazy. I love it when my stylist gives me a head massage while she is washing my hair, and I was trying to do the same for you. I guess my head is braced against the wash sink when she does it. Um… ok. Why don’t you get on your knees, and brace your forehead against my stomach. That way I can dig in on your head.”

The last two sentences took a second for Ruth-Ann to register completely. She had been so out of her mind with Jennifer’s hands running through her hair. It had felt so good; she was imagining her friend’s hands on other parts of her body, like stroking her clit and squeezing one of her nipples at the same time. Now this goddess wanted her to get on her knees in front of her, and put her head on her stomach? With her face that close to her pussy? Well of COURSE she would take her up on the offer.

Ruth-Ann got on her knees in the shower, and slowly leaned her head into Jennifer’s stomach as Jenn held her hair back. When she was situated, the ministrations on her head and scalp started again. Although it felt heavenly, a scalp massage was the last thing on her mind. Because Jennifer was a couple of inches taller than Ruth-Ann, her forehead was resting below her belly button, and her nose was almost buried in the sparse pubic hair that decorated Jenn’s crotch. She could smell Jennifer’s excitement as soon as she got on her knees. She smelled different from her own smell, but Ruth-Ann knew the smell of excitement. There had been enough times that she had engaged in a marathon orgasm session in her room late at night, and then come out of the bathroom to find the room still reeking of sex. She knew that smell intimately.

Ruth-Ann also noticed that when her head tilted down so Jennifer could get the back of her hair, that the lips of that beautiful pussy right in front of her were at full bloom. She had heard that every woman’s equipment looked different, but had never been able to tell in the locker room. Now, she had an up close inspection going on. While Ruth-Ann’s pussy just got full of blood and very red when she was excited, it never really changed shape. Looking at Jennifer’s pussy, however, she could tell that the outer lips had pulled away completely, and the inner lips were in full bloom, just begging for some stimulation of some sort. Her clit was sticking out between the inner lips, a beacon for anyone searching for the Promised Land.

The stimulation was just too much. With the earlier excitement in the day, the locker room episode earlier this year, and this afternoon running through her head, not to mention Jenn’s hands still running through her hair, Ruth-Ann ran out of doubt. She knelt down a little more and ran her tongue from as far back on that glorious pussy as she could to the top of that beautiful pubic hair. She felt Jennifer stiffen for a second, and then the hands in her hair wrap a little tighter and pull her back into that juncture.

Jennifer was going crazy. What other hints did she have to drop to Ruth-Ann that she wanted the same thing she did? She thought that Ruth-Ann’s idea of showering at her house was as clear a signal as she needed, but then nothing. So washing her hair was a last ditch effort on her part before she pushed Ruth-Ann against the shower wall and took her. Thank god her friend finally got the message when she put her on her knees. Jenn knew that she was very excited, and it would show in her crotch. When Ruth-Ann’s head bent forward, and that tongue slid over her clit, Jennifer moaned both in excitement and relief. She needed to come, bad, and needed her beautiful friend to help her get there.

She continued to wrap her fingers in Ruth-Ann’s hair and pull her face into her crotch. She needed to get off, and the time for tenderness was later. Right now, she needed her clit licked, and her pussy fingered to get her over the edge. “Oh God yes. That is exactly what I need. Stick your finger in my pussy. Fuck that pussy while you lick my clit. God I need to come. I have needed to come since you first walked into the locker room today. Seeing you without any panties on got me so excited. Oh yea, right there. Lick my clit right there. Faster, fuck my pussy faster. Oooohhhhh… don’t stop. I am so close. Please don’t stop. Please. Please….PLEASE…..”

Ruth-Ann was aware of Jennifer talking, but could not understand what she was saying. She was so involved with her first act of cunnilingus that nothing else mattered. She could feel Jennifer start to tremble, and her legs begin to give way. She wanted to make her friend come. She wanted to feel that pussy squeeze her fingers as she thrust them inside. Keep running circles around her clit with her tongue, and keep those fingers sliding in and out of that beautiful hole. He shoulder was cramping up, but it felt so good knowing she had the power to make her friend feel this good.

Almost…almost…. almost there. Just a little more.

Come on Jenn, get over the mountaintop.

And then, there it was. Ruth-Ann felt all of the tension go out of Jenn’s body except for her pussy, which was clamped down on her fingers for dear life. Ruth-Ann knew from personal experience to keep up her clit work in order to make the come last longer. And she did, and by god if she did not feel Jennifer clamp down on her fingers for about 10 seconds, relax for a bit, and then moan out loud and start the whole process over again. Did she just make Jennifer come twice in a row without a break? It seemed like it.

Jennifer’s world was a haze at the moment. All she knew was that she had just had two of the most powerful orgasms of her life, and back to back no less. She was riding a sexual high, and wanted to share the feelings with Ruth-Ann. Using her hands, which were still wrapped in her friend’s hair, she pulled Ruth-Ann to her knees, and stuck her head under the shower nozzle, rinsing her hair. At the same time, she leaned into her, and planted her lips full on her friend’ face trying to convey all the emotions running through her in one kiss. Judging from Ruth-Ann’s response, she did a pretty good job.